[Acoustic guitar and flamenco-style sound box, gritty male voice, backing vocals accompany the male voice.Instrumental with drum touches in the bridge.145 BPM ] I kept your letter in the kitchen drawer Beside the matches and the grocery list The paper curled where the coffee spilled But I still know every word you missed If I could turn the weather back I'd meet you where the garden bends Before the silence learned our names Before the good became pretend I'm painted black and blue But the color's fading through Every bruise becomes a window Every window shows the truth I'm painted black and blue Still there's something left to choose I can carry what we shattered Without carrying you Your old blue sweater hangs behind the door It smells like cedar, rain, and borrowed time I wore it once to walk the dog at dawn And left it folded by the line The house is smaller than before The floorboards know where I have been I hear my heartbeat in the hall A quiet proof I won't give in I'm painted black and blue But the color's fading through Every bruise becomes a window Every window shows the truth I'm painted black and blue Still there's something left to choose I can carry what we shattered Without carrying you Let the cello hold the low road Let the high strings find the air I was more than what you called me I was here before you cared I'm painted black and blue Now the morning's breaking through Every scar becomes a map line Leading somewhere I can move I'm painted black and blue And my hands are coming loose I can honor what we shattered Without becoming you I left the letter in the drawer And walked outside without the proof
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